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lyrics

I rock my Chippewas hip hop style slip em on tongues out
Get my chainsaw get my chainsaw file
Three sixteenths, seven sixty-eighths
All the stumps that I made standing up like gravestones
What? It feels good when I bust fresh cuts
In the woods where the wood chuck chucks
Wood’s falling down everywhere and everything smells like Christmas
Leaf peepers step up saying
Who did this? Was anybody a witness?
No, Miss, and I don’t remember handing out tickets
All the ground is gonna turn into thickets
Cause all the trees are missing this is a sickness
Well I can see it’s interrupting your picnics
Well this is miserable and isn’t there a law to forbid this?
Who did this? What is this?

Listen this is none of your business
If a tree falls down in the forest and there’s no one there to hear it but me
Does it still make a sound?
Yeah it sound damn good, Husqvarna should, chum
It’s a big sound, step down
You look wack in your kevlar chaps getting lumberjacks autographs
Trying to put their trunks on wax
Step back jack
When you hear a thump and a crack just relax
That’s the back of my axe
I got no contracts chumps, check my stumps like shaving bumps
On the bikini line of Mother Earth in a thong
You think it’s wrong?
Run along, Miss, I hate to be a letdown sugar tits
But this is none of your business
But I want you to know
That they’ll all grow back singing listen children kill me some more
Listen children kill me some more
They'll always grow back
Singing kill me some more

Mommy’s on the front porch with a cold watering can
Cut daisies in her hand all the butterflies are blowing her kisses
Listen children kill me some more
Daddy’s on the back porch looking like a dirty old man
Goat blood on his hand making sacrifices for Dionysus
But I want you to know
They’ll all grow back singing listen children kill me some more
They always grow back
They'll all grow back
Singing kill me some more
They'll all grow back
They always grow back
Singing listen children kill me some more